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Read MoreWild things and chickensthrough cracks inroads making way with a slow burn over moss and stoneand the past waiting for the eggs
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Read More𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝒹𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶 𝓇𝒾𝒷𝒷𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝑔𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎
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Wow, “quiet of gold” “spool of dark”
I don’t know how you come up with such frantically good metaphors…
This poem put me in a mood, especially since the lake looks something like Tickle Naked Pond (google it) in Vermont where we always swam when we were up there in the 50’s.
A lovely poem, Adagio.
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Thank you, Jacob.
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Wow, metaphorically delicious…
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The eggs. Hatching and bringing a new community of thought to the world, One of peace and love.
If the yoke is strong enough…we need the young folks to stand up for what’s right….leave their cell phones and facebook and other social media behind….and place eggs of love in the basket.
j.